At Stark Tower was everyone sitting in the living room, including you. Tony was rambling on about how good donuts tasted with Oreos while Thor argued with him, saying it tasted better with Poptarts. Natasha was watching a romcom with Steve and Clint. And Bruce, you and Loki were reading on the couch.
While living at Stark Tower as an Avenger, you found yourself falling for the God of Mischief. And if I say falling I mean like falling out of a plane with a parachute that won't open, kind of hard. Get it? You loved the man, and nothing going to change that.
All of the noise became to much and you couldn't concentrate on your reading. You closed your book with a bit more force than needed and stood up. You felt Loki's eyes on your back as you walked out of the living room.
You walked towards the bathroom and went to sit in the bath with your book. Your legs swung over the edge of the bathtub while you opened your book to continue reading.
Hours passed before someone knocked on the door, but you didn't answer. You weren't naked or something so you didn't really care who came in. You heard someone chuckle lowly. Almost darkly.
'What are you doing?' you heard Loki's silky voice say. You looked up, holding your finger at the sentence you just read.
'Reading,' you explained blankly. He snickered.
'That's not a place to read,' he stated matter of factly. You shrugged, looking up in his eyes.
'It's more comfortable than it looks,' you explained your odd behavior. He rolled his eyes playfully.
'Come on, get out, I'm going to shower.' He crossed his arms over his chest, his smirk never leaving his handsome face.
'Go on then, you don't need the bath for showering,' you told him with a smirk of your own. 'Besides, I wouldn't mind the view. He chuckled.
'Get out of the bathtub, you're feeding my kinky mind,' he threatened, but his smile betrayed his seriousness. Blood went to your cheeks as you tore your eyes from his, looking back at the book. His footsteps then echoed through the air. You instantly looked back at him.
'What?' you asked when he crouched down in front of the bath. He smirked.
'I want you to admit it, right here,' he said with a firm voice that send tickling to your stomach. You smiled awkwardly as he placed his hands on your knees because your legs were still hanging over the edge.
'What?' you asked again?
'Don't play dumb with me,' he shot back, moving his hands further up your legs. You swallowed.
'Loki- I don't know want you.' His eyebrow shot up, stopping you from speaking.
'Shall I help you? Because I know that you know deep down there you know what I mean,' he spoke slowly. His gaze you were under was intense. In any other situation you would've felt u uncomfortable, but now... it was almost pleasant. Okay, it was pleasant, his hands continuing to travel further up your legs.
'Tell me what I have to admit,' you tried to say bravely. He snickered.
'No, I am not going to beg you. I want you to tell me... what you feel,' he smirked while he said those words. You gave him an innocent look, but he didn't buy it. You knew exactly what he meant, but you weren't going to give in that easily.
'What do I feel about what? About who?' you tried to avoid the subject, but he didn't give you that.
'About... me?' Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes locked with his. 'Don't lie to me. I can read your mind,' he chuckled darkly. He then crawled on top of you. His his arms in the bathtub to support his weight. His torso pressed against you while a few strands of his hair tickled your cheeks. His lips were suddenly very close to your lips. His breathing became heavy as his lips grazed softly and just a second over your lips. You felt the urge to kiss him, but you resisted. 'You can do that if you admit it. Say it Y/N.' You wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in your throat.
'I-I love you,' you whispered. 'Very much,' you added. He smiled and pressed you into the tub before he climbed in himself to settle himself on top of you again. He then caressed your cheeks.
'You do?' he chuckled. 'I have to admit something as well, Y/N,' he told you. 'Me too.' Your eyes grew big in realization. 'I love myself as well,' he added darkly. Your heart fell and you suddenly felt humiliated. You looked away, staring at the ceiling, but his face came into view again when he stirred his position. 'But I love you even more,' he spoke lowly as he stared deeply into your eyes. Your heart fluttered and a small smile crept his way up to your face. He leaned in and let his lips graze over yours, again just a second. He let out a frustrated breath. He smirked and bend down, to gently press his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and it wasn't rushed. Almost lazy. It felt like you had all the time in the world.
He pulled back and gazed into your eyes to see your reaction. You smiled at him before crashing your lips on his again. This time it was a little more hurried. Your teeth clashed and he even began sucking on your bottom lip. Both of your breathing grew heavier. You parted your lips to let him explore your mouth before you pulled apart to take some much needed breaths. He had a smile on his face as he licked his lips. He placed a hand on your face and quickly pecked you on the lips before he raised himself and crawled out of the tub, a little clumsy, but you only giggled at that. He looked at you, still laying in the bath.
'You look good there. We should do this more often. Like... every day. Mind to join me tonight?' he said smoothly. You shrugged.
'I don't know, Laufeyson, maybe,' you teased. He smirked. He then took of his Asgardian attire, only to reveal his pale chest. 'What are you doing?' you asked. You couldn't stop yourself from looking shamelessly at his chest.
'I told you. I need to shower,' he said. You nodded.
'Well, than I must be going,' you said while getting out of the tub and heading towards the door, but he took your wrist and whispered dangerously close to your ear.
'I thought you didn't mind the view. Am I scaring you away?' His lips kissed your neck. You enjoyed his touch for a few seconds before you spoke.
'No, I just decided to give you some privacy.' You reached for the door handle and he let you.
'Okay then. See you tonight. My room. After dinner,' he told you in a strict voice. You nodded before you headed out and ran to your room, breathing heavily and asking yourself over and over again what had happened.
